Los delicuentes

I hang out with all kinds of delinquents
Sometimes they eat cold and other times hot
They steal two cars every day
One in the morning and another at night
Their tenderness is very familiar to me
And the ease with which they spot the garbage
In the end, they look for my ruin
And sell me like a can of sardines.

I also know the drug dealers
Those who go to doctors and admirals
They knock on my door
Sellers of chains and jewelry
On my part, I look through the hole
But someone covers the little glass with their finger
mmm... I recognize their footprints
Tonight I will sleep with Estrella.

I have forgotten all the prayers
The complaints of priests and preachers
I look at myself in the mirror in the mornings
And I am amazed to still have the same face
I wonder who is the strongest here
I pull my ears and count my teeth
The important ones go on the posters
This cart only carries comedians.

I want to make sure
That my hat is well torn so the rays
Can enter my head.
I want to conquer you
With the soft, free and fresh wind
From my crystal fan.